(this could have easily have been pornish, but that is not this)
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It's Allison's hands tucked against her waist, her breath on the back of her neck, a whisper of hair falling against her shoulder, that starts it.
Allison moves Lydia's arms with gentle touches, an adjustment of her elbow, her hand splayed over her fingers.
The bow feels foreign between her hands and Allison's hands fluttering around her is throwing off her concentration.
It's distracting, is what it is, and Lydia hates distractions that she doesn't have control of. But this, she can't get enough of Allison's feather touches and sure instructions.
She wants to spin around, catch Allison off balance. Allison lingers on her waist. "Okay, good," Allison says, breathy, and steps back
( ... )
HOW DID I NEVER COMMENT ON THIS? I am evil, clearly, and you are cleary not, because this is GORGEOUS and lovely and I want to hug this fic and wrap myself in it and pretend this is all there is to Teen Wolf. THANK YOU for writing it!
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(this could have easily have been pornish, but that is not this)
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It's Allison's hands tucked against her waist, her breath on the back of her neck, a whisper of hair falling against her shoulder, that starts it.
Allison moves Lydia's arms with gentle touches, an adjustment of her elbow, her hand splayed over her fingers.
The bow feels foreign between her hands and Allison's hands fluttering around her is throwing off her concentration.
It's distracting, is what it is, and Lydia hates distractions that she doesn't have control of. But this, she can't get enough of Allison's feather touches and sure instructions.
She wants to spin around, catch Allison off balance. Allison lingers on her waist. "Okay, good," Allison says, breathy, and steps back ( ... )
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